Jahvie: 'Cookies' Part Two (Fluffy Ending)

Dahvie~
My arm was starting to hurt from mixing the cookie dough. We needed an electric mixer. Then again, we'd probably never use it.
"Jayy! You wanna lick the spoon?" I yelled.
"Hell yeah!" he came rushing down to see me lick off all of the cookie dough. "Jerk."
"Fine, here," I said, dipping my finger into the batter and holding it up to his lips.
Jayy cleaned it off the way a porn star would. Of course.
Ignoring the thoughts that began to flood into my head after feeling Jayy's lips around my finger, I started balling up the cookie dough and putting them on the cookie sheets.
"You just gonna stand there?" I asked after a while.
"Yupp."
Muttering under my breath, I filled two sheets with the batter and put them in the oven. "Set the timer."
Jayy set a timer and then walked to our living room.
I set out some oven mitts, then stuck my head into the living room archway.
"I'm gonna nap. You can handle the cookies, yeah?" I asked Jayy.
"Yeah, Dahves, thanks. Go nap."
He didn't even look up.

Jayy~
This shall be awesome.

Dahvie~
Beeeeeeep!
"Nooooooooo!" I groaned, not wanting to get up. 20 minutes wasn't a long enough nap.
So, I went back to sleep.
Almost.
I tried, but my phone exploded with Twitter notifications right after the timer downstairs went off.
I get a lot of tweets from fans, but that was just insane.
I groaned some more as I felt the nightstand for my phone.
Every single tweet had the same link in them.
So cute!
I knew it!
Finally!
Could they get even faggier?
I frowned at the last tweet, but clicked the link.
The website I was taken too was absolutely crammed with tons of photos of Jayy and I together. It made my heart swell with a sweet happiness, and I couldn't help but smile.  
One thing I wondered, though, was why this particular "Jahvie" website was so popular.
I scrolled a bit further down on my phone to see in bright purple letters, "I LOVE YOU, DAHVIE VANITY. ~Jayy Von Monroe"
I sighed. I really hate when people pretend to be us.

Jayy~
I bounded to Dahvie's room, hoping that he had seen the website.
I knocked.
"Yeah?"
"Can I come in?"
"Did you bring cookies?"
"Yeah," I lied and stepped in.
Dahvie was on his back under his covers, staring at his phone.
He looked up.
"I see no cookies."
I laughed slightly and said, "I lied."
He focused his attention back on his phone.
"So, uh, whatcha doin' there, Dahves?"
"Looking at this website. I'm a bit mad, though."
Mad? Then... he doesn't... like... me... Shit.
"I'm sorry, I thought you liked me back."
He looked up, surprised, "What?"
"I didn't mean to make you mad."
"You didn't, someone pretending to be you made me mad."
"Dahvie, that was me."
Silence.
I was actually slightly scared. Rejection really hurts, and I wasn't sure how he was going to take this.
"That's good. I love you, too."
"Dahvie, I love you. As in, 'can't stop thinking about you' and 'heart skips a beat' love?"
"R-really?"
"Yesssss."
Dahvie crawled out of bed, and kissed me.
"You make my heart skip a beat, too. I love you."
I smiled, and kissed him.